Crysalis versus Sairis and Akhorahil
Crysalis readied herself in a defensive stance, seeing Sairis' charge and blocked the blow. She held him their, in a moment of deadlock as she looked into his angered eyes. "My,my." "The stoic god of Darkness and Memories has feelings." She chuckled as she egged him on to continue the fight. In more rage, Sairis continued to strike and attack Crysalis, each blow met with defense from the Goddess's form. The land around rumbled and trembled as godly power began to affect the raging fire besides them. Crysalis makes a swift turn and slash as Sarirs's side was left wide open. Sensing this he had the mind to dissipate into shadows before a mortal strike was made. Crysalis merely chuckled at the feeble attempt to defeat her.
"You believe the darkness shall aid you?" "Fool, not even the shadows will stop my ambition!" She snapped as she skillfully blocked a sneak attack from Sairis. Little frustrated Sairis changed up his strategy. Instead of giving way to anger, he used precision and his attacks became harder to deflect. Noticing the change Crysalis was beginning to back track as the attacks increased in power and speed. She too had to speed up to avoid a direct hit. Sairis seemed to be gaining the upper hand, until Crysalis made a quick strafe and fired a bolt of black lightning. It struck Sairis as he catapulted backwards crashing into the earth, leaving a small upheaval of land from the clash.
Crysalis laughed as she soon stood over Sairis. "Now then, any last words before you become apart of my collection?" She mocked as she lifted the Emerald Blade overhead and prepared to give him a finishing blow. Sairis only stared at her defiantly, he wouldn't indulge her with any words. "No?" "Then die!!" She shouted as he brought down her wrath.
It was in an instant that blood dripped. Blood that was not Sairis's. Crysalis bled from her as a sword wound was made. Sairis knew he didn't do it but who did? Then without even he knowing of his presence, The Nameless Whisper, Akhorahil stood beside her. She turned in anger as the God of Silence got the drop on her. "So you finally came bastard!" She swung the sword but with footwork swifter than he's ever seen Akhorahil was behind her again. Another swing of his sword and Crysalis gained another wound on her back. She lept away as she muttered curses under her breath. Sairis stood up as he watched the newcomer, already he knew this god possessed keen senses and skill. He doesn't know why he helped, and he really doesn't care why. But it seems Cryaslis has made more enemies.
"So the God of Silence takes a stand?" "Cared more about your creations than you thought?" Crysalis smirked trying to irk the God of Murder. Yet, Akhorahil only looked on in a solemn silence. Not making a peep, not even a face, as he raised his sword and made another strike. Crysalis blocked but was assaulted again and again. The God of Murder's strike were peerless compared to Sairis's swordplay. His strikes were precise, swift, and powerful. Crysalis had great difficulty keeping up with this god's strive. He was on the winning edge. Every move Crysalis made, he anticipated and countered with efficiency. She managed to avoid fatal blows, but she received far more nicks and cuts as compared to her fight with Sairis. This was beginning to look like a losing battle. Sairis watched as The Nameless Whisper fought Crysalis at a greater pace than himself. It looked like she would meet her end. Then Crysalis made another swift dodge, like before and fired another black bolt of lightning. Akhorahil anticipated even this and blocked the shocking damage. She began to launch a hail fire of bolts as she was managing to push him back. Akhorahil had to focus his considerable speed in blocking and dodging these attacks, just what she wanted him to do.
While distracted, The Goddess of Deception, once again fooled her fellow gods. With scrupulous tactics, a false Crysalis fired the bolts while the real one appeared behind Akhorahil. She prepared the final blow to the God of Silence, soon he will be wiped from this world. Akhorahil was placed in a tight spot, he could address Crysalis and stop her strike, but then suffer from the bolts of lightning. He could continue to block the bolts but then be stabbed in the back. Choices, Choices. Sairis noticed this and with out even thinking stood between Crysalis and Akhorahil. He blocked her strike and held her there, "Damn you." She venomously spoke. "Don't forget about me that easily, your fighting two forces here." Sairis spoke as he pushed her away. Then Sairis resumed his previous attack by slashing at her. Crysalis gained her footing and with surprising strength knocked Sairis back. Sairis slid across the grassy plains as Crysalis lunged for him with a deadly thrust. Sairis tilted his head to the right narrowly avoiding the head shot. Crysalis with a flick of her wrist swung the blade to the right in an effort to decapitate him. Quick thinking, Sairis melded into shadows as the swung phased through him harmlessly. Then in a display of his strength, clashed with Crysalis's blade creating a shockwave that sent her flying overhead. These Gods where annoying her to no end.
Up in the air she forced a stop and stared at Sairis. "I'm really going to enjoy killing you." Soon she changed her frown into a grin. She soon began to gather energy in her palm as the black lightning began to surge about the sky. Sairis didn't like the looks of this and prepared for the worse. Then the blade began to glow with such a sinister force as the skies began to darken overhead. "Allow me to show you something fun I've been experimenting with...," She then grinned, "You can thank Kalimndor for this." She then chuckled. The Akhorhail appeared from behind and swung down with his sword with a final chop. "You didn't go by me unnoticed this time!!!" Crysalis shouted as her blade clashed with his and an explosion of electricity followed. The energy left a flare, from which Sairis had to shield his eyes from. Both Crysalis and Akhorahil were sent flying in opposite directions. Cryaslis crashed into a mountainside while Akhorahil crashed through several burning buildings from the nearby city. Crysalis coughed as she loosened herself from the mountain, "Over did it a bit there." She spoke as she floated down to the ground. "So then Sairis," She calmly spoke as she dusted herself off, "Ready to meet a similar fate?" She then chuckled as charged at him with another attack. Sairis prepared for the next onslaught, as she came close Sairis made an excellently timed swing and slashed Crysalis.
Expecting blood something entirely different happened, Crysalis faded like a bad dream, then came the blood. She struck Sairis as he began to drip blood from his shoulder. He leapt away from the Goddess as he held his shoulder in pain. "Damn." He mumbled. How did she get behind him like that? And what did she just do to herself? It was like she was a mirage and then...she must have powers of illusion, perhaps a Goddess of Illusions? And what did she mean earlier about Kalimndor?
Didn't he...Perish...she must have killed him using tricks like that. Sairis, forgoing the pain stood back in a fighter's stance. If he is to die then it won't be without a fight. Then came the other God, Akhorahil appeared in front of Crysalis and without hesitation left a sizable gash across Crysalis's torso. "WHAT!?" She then spat out blood as she lept away from Akhorahil. She didn't expect him to appear right in front of her, and with such quick slash, she barely saw it coming. She was on her knees as the pain spread. The cut wasn't deep enough to be a fatal strike, but it was disabling. "Damn you, you bastard!" She spat. She tried to stand until Akhorahil stood behind her. She raised his blade and prepared the final blow. The previous strike has left he vulnerable, and Crysalis doesn't have enough energy to avoid this one. Her eyes widened as she looked towards the God of Murder, he does live up to his name, she never did expect him to be this skillful.
Othuma versus Akhorahil
Earlier, Sithis noticed the danger his counterpart was in. He informed Othuma that Crysalis was in danger. At first it was hard for him to believe there were more of him, well actually different pieces of the same god. Still, Sithis was in distress and Othuma had to help his friend. For that is what friends do. Opening a portal, he and Sithis traveled to where the Snake God indicated, and soon they entered the fray.
Akhorahil nearly drove his blade into Crysalis's head until Othuma blocked the attack with his scythe. He panted in apprehension but managed to save her life. Akhorahil quickly stared into Othuma's face and the backed away. Crysalis stooded and the laughed, "Now then would you like to try and kill me now?!" Sairis was little surprised to see the God of Death here now. He knew this would come to pass, that Othuma would choose his side. He just wished he heeded his words from earlier. "Now then Othuma help me take him out!" Crysalis's spoke as she charged the God of Silence. Othuma nodded and followed in close suit. Othuma's Scythe underwent it's metamorphosis and assumed it's wicked form. Soon the two attacked Akhorahil together. Even for him their attack in tandem was proving too much for the Nameless Whisper. While he dodged and blocked their cooperation was forcing him to be defensive, he couldn't even get a chance to launch a counter strike. Sairis couldn't stand by and watch this. He had to act quickly.
Othuma launched a powerful strike knocking down the God of Blood as he hit the floor. Then came Crysalis she raised the emerald blade and came down upon Akhorahil's head. Before the final strike could be made, Sairis materialized from the shadows before Crysalis as she stabbed him through his back. Sairis began to drip blood from his mouth as the wound began to gush blood. Othuma looked towards him horrified. "BUT WHY!?" He shouted at him and the Sairis turned his head towards him. He gave him only a look of disappointment and then with the last of his strength, kicked Crysalis away as she slid across the battlefield. He then dropped to his knees as he bled out. Othuma couldn't believe Sairis would do such a thing. He was confused about his act of sacrifice, even more so, why he would fight against his friend. This gave more than enough time for Akhorahil to counter and then Othuma recieceved a cut across his ribs as he began to bleed from his right side. "AGH!" He cried as he fell back, clutching his side in pain. Akhorahil then stood before the God of Death as he looked deep into his eyes. "Whoever you are, you've chosen the wrong side of the fight." He spoke in a whisper.
He then raised his blade over him. Othuma gritted his teeth as he watched his blade, The God of Death was placed in a hard spot. He hasn't recovered enough from the blow to move aside and it pained him to lift the Scythe. Yet, he was not ready to die, he cannot die! He is Death! Then before the final strike could be made Sithis slithered behind The Nameless Whisper and the he struck. A sharp bite from the God of Snakes pained the God of Murder. "Egh?" He grumbled as he looked down to see the snake. He then quickly shifted his sword and prepared to stab the devious snake. "NO!" Othuma cried as his rage pushed him forth as he swung the Scythe. Akhorahil saw the attack coming as he blocked the blow. Yet, this was not the end of Othuma's assault, he quickly swung the Scythe in a quick succession of blows.
Reeling back from this onslaught, The God of Silence, hadn't a clue that Othuma was this strong. Akhorahil kept a steady pace, but he felt himself weakening. This was apparent even to Sairis as he noticed The Nameless Whisper slowing down. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Akhorahil to hold off Othuma and then it happened. The God of Silence made an opening and Othuma took it. Othuma made a deep gash along Akhorahil's midrift and in a combo he launched The God of Blood into the air with an uppercut from his Scythe. Up in the air Othuma extended his Scythe and like a frog's tongue, it flew and hooked Akhorahil. With a final heave he brought his weapon down like a hammer, and slammed Akhorahil into the ground. Othuma panted as he felt weary after his attacks. "Good, Good, Othuma!" Sithis spoke down by his feet. "Now finish what you've ssssstarted my friend." Sithis cooed as the God of Death walked towards the God's fallen body. The blade of The Scythe was still hooked inside his body.
Akhorahil coughed as he began to drown in his own blood, but that wasn't the only thing he felt. He began to loose all feeling in his legs as he felt the paralysis spead across his body. In a twist of irony, it was now The God of Death who stood before him looking deep into his eyes. "It was you that has chosen wrong." Othuma mocked as he then raised his palm and went place his hand on Akhorahil's head. He wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish, but when he touched him he felt a great pain. Using the last of his mobility and strength, Akhorahil grabbed Othuma's wrist and began to pry his hand away. He managed to stop the decay as he forced Othuma's hand back. Feeling the resistance, Othuma applied more pressure as he went to force his hand upon the God's body. Akhorahil struggled to resist Othuma's touch but he was quickly losing his feeling. The paralysis seemed to advance during this struggle as Akhorahil felt his arms fading. It wasn't long before Othuma placed his palm over his face. Then came a surprising occurrence.
Godly energy began to surge freely as the very life force of Akhorahil was being drained. Akhorahil's gripped loosened to the point he was barely hanging on. Othuma felt a surge of power as the wound he suffered at Akhorahil's hand was rapidly healing. Soon the wound was non-existant as Othuma felt rejuvenated. It was then The God of Silence summoned the very limit of his strength to push away Othuma's hand. Yet, any hope of surviving was nullified as his body began to turn into ash. With one final stroke, Othuma clenched his fist and brought down on Akhorahil's head. Soon his head with the rest of his body exploded into ashes as they flowed off into the wind. The God of Murder had been murdered.
The Death of Sairis
Crysalis returned as she clapped her hands over Othuma's victory. "Excellent my friend, your coming along just nicely." "Soon all of the gods will learn to never challenge you, and if they do they will die all the same." She spoke as she grinned. She then turned her head to Sairis and chuckled. "Despite your heroic ploy you've failed." "So tell me, how does it feel to sacrifice yourself in vain?" She mocked as she laughed at the injured God of Memories. "You must feel rather stupid I would assume." Crysalis spoke. "Well you know what they say about assuming," Sairis then smirked, "You make an ass out of you and me." Sairis then chuckled. Crysalis then stepped before him and with a whack she planted a huge backhand across Sairis's face. "Don't get smart with me!" "Your the one who is at death's doorstep!" She spat. Sairis then coughed blood as itbegan to flow from his nose and mouth. He then turned his head towards her and spat blood in her face. Crysalis took a moment to stop then wipe her face rather meticulously.
He expression was rather stagnant until her face blew into full on outrage. "Why you smug bastard!" "DIE!" she shouted as she raised the emerald blade and prepared for the final blow. Then surprisingly Othuma stopped her. "What?" She asked a bit flabbergasted. "I'll do it." He solemnly spoke. She then grinned as she stepped aside. "Why of course." She then chuckled as she watched Othuma act as her executioner. Sairis just stared at Othuma, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. "Why do you stare at me like that?" Othuma asked. Sairis only blinked. "Well out with it!" Othuma demanded. "It's a look of disappointment...I really thought you could have been better than this." He dully spoke. Othuma only stared at him as he began to feel inner conflict, "What do you mean better than this?" "I am becoming better than what I already am." Othuma spoke trying to rationalize a point. "No, you're only becoming worse." Sairis responded.
Othuma looked at him confused and frustrated. For some reason he wanted his approval something he wasn't getting. "No I am doing better!" "What I did was right!" "I am becoming more!" Othuma shouted, yet Sairis only looked on with dismay. "You don't get it do you?" "Your being used, your not becoming more, your becoming less." Sairis flatly spoke. Othuma couldn't handle what he was hearing was he becoming less? Is he being used? "No!" "I'm not being used!" "I'm being cooperative!" Othuma defended. Sairis only sighed, "I feel sorry for you, can't even tell when something is not good for you." Sairis slowly spoke. Othuma only gritted his teeth as he continued to rake his mind with all of the evidence. Noticing his trouble Sithis slithered up Othuma's shoulder. "Sssssairisssss is toying with your mind my friend." Sithis cooed, "He isssss being dissssresssspectful to me and you Othuma." "He believesssss you are weak." Othuma looked at him and then shook his head, "Am I being used?" He asked. "Of coursssse not, friendssss don't ussse friendsssss." Sithis replied. Othuma looked at Sairis as he only shook his head. "You don't like the lookssss he isss giving you correct?" Sithis asked. "Yes." Othuma replied. "And why issss that?" Sithis asked. "Because he refuses to give me what I want." Othuma answered. "And what isss that?" Sithis inquired.
"Respect, encouragement...approval...," He spoke almost longingly. "Then remember what I ssssaid, you can have anything you want, and if sssssomeone won't give it to you...take it!" Sithis spoke almost commanding and Othuma turned to Sairis and spoke, "You will give me the satisfaction I demand and if you don't I'll force you!" Othuma ordered Sairis, but he only shook his head. "I will never obey any order you give me." Sairis ever defiant. "HOW DARE YOU!" "I AM A GOD!" "AND I CAN HAVE ANYTHING I WANT!" Othuma shouted anger swelling up with in him. He then lied his hand around Sairis's throat and began to choke. "AGH!" Sairis blurted as he felt himself being choked. But that wasn't all but decay was breaking down his body. He felt life being sucked out of him. "Do it or I will take your life force!" Othuma threatened. In the midst of his choking he was able to say, "No." Othuma let his grasp loosen as he stepped back a moment. He did not fear for his life as if indulging him was worse. How could he think like this? Noticing the difficulty Sithis spoke, "Itsssss quite annoying to know that sssssomething you want isss right before, yet sssso far away." "I told you a God can have whatever they want, but...if ssssomeone won't give you what you want do you know what to do?" Sithis asked. Othuma looked towards the snake and shook his head. "You punisssh them!" "Make them pay for their defiance!" "Why sssshould they deny you?" "Who are they to deny you!?" "Kill SSSSairissss!" "Make him regret for ever denying ussss what we want!" Sithis commanded as Othuma looked at the defensless God. Sairis only continued to stare at Othuma as he spoke one last sentance, "Go ahead and do it," He then grumbled in pain, "Your no longer one of us anyway."
Sairis spoke condemning him from the Pantheon. Then Othuma snapped, he raised his Scythe over and gave Sairis one deep slash across his torso, as the blade rended his fleshing from his left shoulder down to his right hip.Then in a sudden rush, as if blood was spelt, Sairis's godly essence flowed from the wound as his body began to turn into ashes. Sairis felt his life slip as he began to reminiscent a past death. He could feel the life being taking out of a god, a god whose life was given in battle. Much like his, he could see the Blue-Haired God of Light falling to the Chaos Beasts. Now Sairis, the God of Shadows has fallen before two rogue Gods. Whether it be from the Light or From the Shadows, it would seem it was destined for him to die either way. His final wish from his final moments of consciousness, he hopes these two will be brought to justice someday. With that his body became ash as his entire being began to crumble into dust. Now two constellations hanged above in the sky, it has now begun.
"Excellent Othuma." Sithis spoke. "You are now ready to be my ally." The God of Snakes spoke. "What do you mean ally?" Othuma asked perplexed. "Why for the great battle, why?" "You do not believe thisss will go on unnoticed did you?" "Ssssilly boy, you've sssslain two godssss the ressst of the Pantheon will know what transssspired, and they will come to kill you and me." Sithis cooed. Othuma looked down to the ground as he felt great sorrow, "The other Gods will try and kill me?" Othuma asked worried. "Of courssse, they have been trying to kill me and my assssssociatesss for yearsss." "But with you now...I think itssss time to initate my planssss." Sithis spoke. "Come let usss leave thissss place, the otherssss my notice what occured and will arrive ssssoon." Sithis spoke. Othuma nodded and then open a portal as Crysalis returned. "You first Othuma." Crysalis spoke as he stepped through the portal. Soon Crysalis and Sithis followed and the Portal was closed.
The Desolation of Othuma and Jute
Their string of deicide didn't end just there. Jute had a plan in mind, one that required some theatrics. Her plan at first is to send a message to the other Gods. To show them that they are not safe within this bubble. That they all shall soon fall before her and all of her power. The first plot had the two evil gods separate. Sithis's snakes picked up on the location of The God of Anarchy, Splendy. Feeling Othuma would be best to handle the strange god, he was sent to eliminate the infantile god. As for Crysalis, reports came in of Equalis and Disbalis. They have returned before their people during a check-up and found them all strangely hailing a single god, one they were not at all familiar with. They found this quite strange and decided to snoop around. Fearing that the Kililk would end up being swayed by their creator, Crysalis went in to intercept the Twin Deities of Balance.
When Othuma came across Splendy, it was an gruesome battle. Well not so much of a battle, Splendy for the most part wasn't much of a fighter. But it's strange way of receiving pain and pleasure made it difficult to kill the god. It enjoyed playing around with Othuma and thought this was some sort of game. He used his tentacles to stab and cut at Othuma, luckily the tentacles weren't sharp, but Splendy figured out a way to harm him. His tentacles began to wrap around him, as Splendy squeezed Othuma. His strength was surprising as he felt himself being crushed. Othuma managed to free a hand and touched the tentacles. They soon were devoid of life from the decay. The tentacles shriveled up like raisins as Splendy clapped his hands together. "Good move!" It laughed. Othuma was nothing but disgusted with this god and he was happy to take it's life. With a final blow Othuma stabbed Splendy and the rended him into two. The God didn't even realize it was dead as it's essence evaporated into the evening sky and the body was nothing but ashes in the wind.
Crysalis managed to find the Twin Deities as they asked what has happened to their people. Crysalis only devilishly grinned, that this was her doing. While Disbalis did commend her on her success, Equalis was outraged that she would place herself as Queen of all Gods. Effectively leaving them out as their people's creators. Crysalis was both pleased and annoyed. She did realize why they are Balance Incarnate. Neither one is the same but they live in harmony. While the twins argued over what has happened, Crysalis interrupted them. "While I'm sure you have much to discuss, your too much of a liability." "You both will have to die." Crysalis almost hummed melodically as the Twins stepped back. Equalis tried to plead with Crysalis, while Disbalis spoke words of profanity, outraged by her threat to kill them. Crysalis didn't care, she has a plan and she will see it through. She raised the Emerald Blade as the two began to run. Yet, they were not faster than Crysalis as she brought down her blade and cleaved the two in half.
She cleanly dissected them. Being separated was a worser fate than death for the twins. They cried in agony as they felt themselves beginning to fade. Having the two separated caused an unique course of events. It would seem they needed to be together in order to live. While Crysalis delighted in their agony, soon grew bored and decided to end them for good. She took her blade and stabbed both of them through the chest. Equalis and Disbalis died as their godly essence left their bodies, and they turned into dust. But that was not all that had happened. Crysalis gained even more power, as her being absorbed a new portfolio...Imbalance. She could now feel a shift in power, she could see the way to peace and harmony. Neither of which interested her, so instead she would distort the path leading to Chaos and Friction. She will now be a goddess of chaos as the world will soon weep as everything will now be through into the balance. Next to fall, would bring them a great challenge. The Snakes reported of a young god, whose strength and talent were great but had the potential to become so much more. If such a powerful youth was to realize his full strength and measure, it would prove a great obstacle in her plans. Jute need to have Othuma accompany her on this one.
Othuma and Crysalis arrived at an orc tribe, where the young god was reported to dwell. The Orcs were fiercely defensive of the young god as they even challenged the might of the two gods. The orcs then were proceeded to be slaughtered. They were a strong and proud people indeed, but they could not resist the might of a god. Almaran, no longer a boy, but an Adolescent saw the destruction with his eyes. The Orcs fell back and gathered around him, vowing to defend him until the death. Almaran wasn't sure what was going on but he wasn't happy. He then saw the two gods as the carved a path of bloodied and broken corpses to him. "Ah so there you are, young god." "Why don't you stop hiding and come out now." "Not all of the orcs have to die." Crysalis wooed. Almaran heard their proposition and was tempted to show himself. Yet Durotan insisted he not fall for their tricks. Crysalis grew impatient as she began to slaughter more Orcs. Almaran couldn't take the screams of his friends any longer. He broke from their ranks and appeared before Othuma and Crysalis.
Othuma and Crysalis versus Almaran
"STOP!" "I don't know why your doing this but if it's me you want then here I am!" Almaran shouted. "I'll do whatever you want but let these Orcs live!" He spoke proudly defending them. Crysalis only laughed. "Such a brave young man!" "Well with such an act of courage I may just grant you your wish, but of course you will have to die." She melodically spoke with a grin. Almaran then looked to the ground, he was supposed to die? The young god wasn't sure if he could go through with it. Durotan and the others heard their stipulations and he was outraged. Durotan ran out before them and shouted, "IF YOU WANT TO KILL HIM YOU'LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME!" Then the other orcs fell in behind and began to shout their support. This annoyed Crysalis to no ends, "Fine then be destroyed, Othuma!" She shouted as the God of Death lept into their ranks and began to slaughter them. "NO!" Almaran cried and with a mighty kick, he launched Othuma into the air as he landed out into the desert. "You little bastard." Crysalis spoke as she charged for Almaran and swung her sword. The Boy God dodged his attacks as he lept backwards. An injured Durotan then shouted his name and tossed him a blade. Almaran grabbed the sword and blocked her attacks. Then The God of Strength fought back. Even at an young age his strength was trememdous, more so than any god she has ever encountered.
Crysalis was forced back as the weight of Almaran's blows knocked her off balance. Almaran jumped into the air and came swiftly down with his blade, the moved would have cleved Crysalis in two, hadn't she swiftly switched places with doppelganger. Almaran noticed that this wasn't his true opponent as easily cracked the ground around him, but where did she go? Her position was given away when she took the time to insult him. "Come on boy!" "You can do better than that can you?" "Let's see how fast you are." She grinned as she began to hurl black lightning bolts at Almaran. Almaran dodged the bolts with surprising agility, most likely because of his youthful nature. "Let's see how much pain you can take?" Almaran retorted as he gave a boyish grin. Using incredible leg strength, Almaran jumped high in the air. Like a speeding arrow, Almaran pointed his sword outward preparing to impale Crysalis. Seeing this coming, she took The Emerald Blade and placed it between her and him. The sound of metal, clashed as a shock wave rippled in the air above the village. Crysalis was nearly knocked out of the sky from that blow. Then using his agility, Almaran placed his feet on Crysalis's blade. "What the hell are you up to?" She spat. "You'll see." He grinned as he flipped over her and grabbed her by one of Crysalis's horns. "Let me go you little brat!" She spat. Then Almaran chuckled as he did just that. Almaran swung her down with his great strength as the Goddess of Conflict fell head first into a large crater in the desert ground.
Almaran fell and landed on his feet, shattering the ground around him like glass.The God of Strength then rose from his crater as he walked over to Crysalis. But before he could make any final blow Othuma darted behind him and swung his Scythe. Almaran caught him in the corner of his eye as he blocked the curved blade. Othuma forced him back as the two lunged for each other and began to connect a series of swipes. Sparks flew of their blades as the quickly swiped at each, neither landing a blow. Soon their blades were crossed as the two held each other in dead lock for a few moments. They then released each other as they stared at each other with murderous intent. Then the sparks flew again as their blades collided. This time Almaran pushed him back, but Othuma quickly recovered and lept forward again. Almaran did the same as they collided with their weapons, and both flew in opposite directions. Almaran and Othuma landed on their feet as they stared over their shoulders. Then without a moment's notice Othuma ran down the dry, arid field. Almaran quickly ran after him. Soon they were running neck and neck with each other. While speeding they swung their blades as they clashed. Their blades created so many sparks it looked like a volcano was erupting.
Then the two fighting gods, slid to a halt as Othuma went for a overhead slash. Almaran quickly ducked as Othuma lept in the air and did a somersault. He landed behind Almaran and went for a low slash. Almaran qucikly jumped perched himself on Othuma's Scythe. The Boy God quickly jumped and landed a bicycle kick on Othuma's head. Then Almaran finished it off with a dropkick in Othuma's face. The Kick sent the God of Death flying as he crashed through a nearby rock. Almaran was beginning to feel fatigue
from this fight as he took a couple seconds to gather his breath. Then while he wasn't paying attention a large ball of dark energy crashed beside him making a sizable explosion. The shockwave knocked the Boy God as he rolled and tumbled along the ground. Crysalis stepped out of the haze as electricity buzzed around her. She grinned as she walked up to the downed god, "Haha! You feel like being smart with me boy?!" She then grinned as she kicked him with her cloven hoof. Almaran coughed out blood as he looked upon her. Almaran growled as he launched himself up and headbutted her. "AGH! "YOU BASTARD!" She shouted as blood ran from her nose. Almaran laughed infuriating Crysalis even more. She then gave Almaran the most painfulest back hand ever, as the slap sent Almaran flying to a hillside. The Boy God stood as blood ran from his nose and mouth.
Angered he charged her and the with a mighty launch, he raised his fist into the air as he landed a punch that could shatter bones, into Crysalis's gut. As if her guts were squashed she felt a crunch as the wind was knocked right out of her lungs. The force of the punch was so great, like a thunder clap as Crysalis flew away across the desert field. She crashed and skid along the earth as a large upheaval of dirt fromed a track that stopped just short of the Orc Village. It looked like a meteor hit the land as Crysalis laid in her mound. She couldn't stand up and Almaran saw his chance to end this. Taking his blade he charged for her body as he prepared to finish her off. Othuma rose from the rubble of the rock as he saw Almaran charge for Crysalis. Fearing the worse Othuma rushed for the Goddess of Deception. It was in close proximity that Othuma leapt for Almaran and came down with a chop. The God of Strength, dodged the blow as he swung his blade. Othuma blocked the blow with the pole of his Scythe. Othuma hopped backwards as Almaran came in close nearly cutting the God of Death. Othuma retaliated with a swing, but Almaran ducked as he reached for Othuma's legs. He soon lifted Othuma over his head. The God of Death was stunned as he wasn't sure what was going to happen. He was never lifted up so easily like this and then Almaran pressed him into the air.
Almost weightless, Othuma seemed to hover in the air as Almaran took his blade and jumped in the air. It was so quickly Othuma didn't have a chance to dodge as God of Strength cut deep into his side. Now above the God of Death, Almaran twirled the blade as he pointed it downward. Using gravity he began to fall and would impale Othuma in the process. Shifting his body, Othuma narrowly avoided the death blow. Othuma then wrapped his hand around Almaran's wrist. Othuma then proceed to do a spin in mid air and tossed Almaran to the ground with brute force. Othuma landed on the ground as he charged for the Adolescent God. "Othuma!" Crysalis shouted as she tossed the Emerald Blade to Othuma. The God of Death turned and grabbed the blade and then went in for the attack. With both weapons Othuma swung furiously as Almaran struggled to block. He was growing weak as the wrist Othuma touched suffered from decay. Almaran might as well have been fight with one arm, the pain was to much to handle Othuma's blows. Using the skills he learned from the Orcs, he made one last attempt to kill his enemy. The Youthful God managed a deep cut across Othuma's chest as he backed away in pain. The blood spilled from him as Almaran's cut was deep. He grasped his chest as he felt a burning sensation. This fight couldn't go on much longer. In anger Othuma lashed back as he forced Almaran to step back. Othuma swung up and down, left and right, horizontally, vertically, and diagonally. Until he used his Scythe to hook Almaran's sword. He then pulled him in close and with the Emerald Blade, Othuma impaled the Boy God with the sword. Almaran was shocked when Othuma was able to land such mortal blow. He couldn't even speak. Durotan saw this as he was equally shocked, but also hurt.
Almaran dropped to his knees as Othuma withdrew the sword and tossed it aside. Othuma walked around Almaran and as he stood behind him he brought his Scythe around his neck. "NOW DIE!!!" Othuma shouted as he pulled the Scythe upward and decapitated The God of Strength. Othuma quickly grabbed the Head of Almaran as he stared into the listless eyes of the now dead god. Othuma shouted towards the heavens as the godly essence from Almaran floated into the sky and his body turned to ash. Othuma crushed the head in his palm as the dust flew into the air. Without noticing Durotan charged at Othuma with his axe in the air and prepared to kill The God of Death. Yet, Durotan's attempt failed when Crysalis reclaimed her sword and slew the great Orc Cheiftan. Durotan bled as he fell to the ground, "I'm...sorry...Almaran...I...fail...", Durotan spoke with the last of his breath. The Gods of Death have once again killed another God. Othuman looked towards Crysalis and nodded at her assistance. "Nice work Othuma...I'm glad to have such a powerful ally." She grinned. Then Othuma looked in the air, "Of course, am I not one of the most powerfulest gods ever?" Othuma spoke with confidence. "Of course." She grinned. "Beautiful."He spoke. "What?" Crysalis asked as she looked up at the sky. "The moon." Othuma spoke. "Why yes what a beautiful sight, a Lavender Moon." "Yes, this day shall be remembered in history as the Lavender Moon Massacre." She then chuckled. Othuma watched as he saw the consellations, "I will be greater than them all." Othuma swore as Crysalis broke him out of his reverie.
"Come Othuma!" "I believe we've made our intentions known." "It is time for the next phase of my plan." She spoke. Othuma turned to her and nodded, he opened a portal back to the Frozen Lands of the North. Soon the world will face the greatest threat it has ever known.
Elsewhere....
Acanthus and Torsc emerged from the Time Bubble as they breathed in the outside world. "Ah, while I thoroughly enjoyed my time, It feels great to be above ground once more." Acanthus spoke. "Yes, but I much prefer the tunnels of the world." Torsc spoke, "Still it is a nice night." Acanthus looked up to the sky, "Why yes, yes it is." He spoke with a smile, "Why look the Lavender Moon!" "Just like you said it would." Acanthus exclaimed as he pointed towards it. "I knew my calculations would be right, just one of the many things the power of Artifice brings." "You know...uh Acanthus?" Torsc asked as the God of Wisdom was deep in thought. "Oh no." He muttered as he saw many more consellations appear in the sky.
"I am sorry my friend but I must leave, something terrible has happened." Acanthus solemnly spoke. "Is there anything I can do?" Torsc asked. "I don't know unless there is some way you can contact the other Gods." Acanthus spoke. "Nothing at the moment but give me a little bit of time and I could devise something." Torsc responded. "I thank you but I cannot wait for the device to be made. I must leave for my mountain, from there I will just have to make my own contact." "Be well Torsc and be weary, I believe something foul is afoot." Acanthus warned. Torsc nodded as he left for the underground city. In a flash of light Acanthus teleported away back into his realm of New Hlreadr.
Once within the confines of his new sanctuary. Acanthus went to work to discerning what had happened while he was gone. He had noticed new books have appeared upon his shelves. All of each of the slain gods. Acanthus noticed this pattern before, and he would not allow it to happen a second time. Acanthus called to Mathias on his ring. "Mathias...trouble is afoot, I need you to summon the others as swiftly as possible." With that Acanthus worked on preparing for the worse.